Pussy, Sir II

Alexander stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still twitching and leaking the last drops of his cum into my flooded pussy. His breath was hot against my ear.

“I meant every word, Charlotte,” he rasped. “I would’ve divorced Mia years ago if I could. But the reputation… the board, the investors, the fucking public image. I can’t just walk away clean. But you?” He thrust even deeper into me, like he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re the only reputation I need now. I’ll give you everything. I’ll move assets, rewrite documents, take it all from her and put it under your name. Just say you’re mine.”

I smirked against the desk, still bent over like a whore.

‘Poor Mia…’ I thought. ‘I don’t hate you. Not really. Life’s just a bitch. And so am I.’

I pushed back against him, squeezing my pussy around his cock.

“Well… I could agree to your terms,” I purred, my voice dripping with challenge. “You can have this pussy anytime you want. But the real question is… can you even handle this bitch?”

He stilled.

I turned my head to look at him, my eyes locked on his. “All these years you’ve only fucked your soft, boring little wife. Missionary with the lights off, I bet. You think you can satisfy a woman like me? Be honest, Alexander… you’re weak. I’ve had better dick from my cheating exes, darling. I don’t think you come close!”

Uh oh!! The shift in him was instant.

His eyes darkened with pure rage and raw hunger. Before I could even giggle, he pulled out, spun me around, and slammed me back onto the desk facing him. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision spark. I could see the heat building in his eyes. Poor thing was triggered. 

“You slut! You  really think I’m weak?” he growled, his voice dangerous. “Big fucking mistake.”

He suddenly shoved my legs wide open and drove back into me with one brutal thrust. I cried out as he bottomed out, his thick cock stretching me mercilessly. He didn’t hold back. He fucked me like he wanted to break me — hard, savage strokes that made my entire body jolt recursively. 

Slap. Slap. Slaap…

The sound of his hips slamming into my wet pussy was obscene.

“Still think I’m weak, you filthy slut?” He slapped my tit hard, then pinched my nipple viciously. “This pussy is creaming all over me. Gripping me like it never wants me to leave.”

I moaned loudly, but I still pushed him. “Is that all you got? My ex fucked me better than…”

He cut me off by choking me harder and pounding me even deeper. The desk creaked dangerously beneath us. His other hand came down hard on my ass — SMACK — over and over until the skin burned, turning a bright red. Ooh.. i loved it!

Then suddenly,  his phone started ringing. Mia’s name flashed on the screen.

He ignored it at first, snarling as he kept destroying my pussy. But it rang again. And again.

With an angry growl, he snatched the phone and answered the video call, still balls-deep inside me and sweat dripping all over.

“What?!” he barked.

I could faintly hear Mia’s voice. “Baby, I’ve been trying to reach you. Are you okay? You sound—”

“I’m in the middle of a fucking serious business issue,” he roared. “Stop calling me. Handle it yourself and fuck off!”

He hung up and threw the phone aside.

I laughed breathlessly, even as he kept fucking me senseless. Wow… that sounded familiar. My ex used to do the exact same thing. Yelling about ‘important meetings with VIP clients’ while he was balls-deep in my best friends. Hotel rooms smelling like cum and cheap perfume. He never even said sorry.

I smirked up at him, licking my lips. “Men are truly dogs, you know..”

Alexander’s eyes flashed with something feral.

“Yes,” he growled, pulling out and flipping me onto my back. “I’m your dog. And I’m about to be a very bad fucking dog. Woof!”

I chuckled –oh poor Alex. He even woofed! 

He dropped to his knees, threw my legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in my cunt like a starving animal. His tongue attacked my clit, sucking hard, then shoved deep inside me, licking his own cum out of my hole. Two thick fingers joined in, curling viciously against my G-spot while he devoured me.

I screamed, my thighs shaking around his head. He was relentless — sloppy, nasty,growling into my pussy like he wanted to drown in it. He spanked my clit lightly with his wet fingers, then sucked on it so hard my back arched off the desk.

When I was right on the edge, he stood up, lined up, and slammed back inside me. He wrapped one hand around my throat again, the other gripping my hip as he fucked me with punishing force.

“You feel that?” he snarled. “This is what a real man feels like. I’m gonna ruin this pussy every single day. Gonna fuck you on this desk by day while my wife makes me dinner by night. Gonna fill you with so much cum you’ll be leaking for hours.”

I came hard, screaming his name, my walls milking his cock violently.

But he wasn’t done.

He kept going, sweat dripping down his chest, eyes wild. When he finally came again, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded me with another huge load, groaning like a beast.

We were both panting when he finally pulled out. Cum poured out of my wrecked pussy onto his expensive desk.

I laughed softly, still catching my breath, and looked at the powerful CEO now reduced to a sweaty, cum-covered mess.

“Look at you…” I taunted, my voice sweet but cruel. “So fucking weak. You just signed up for something you can’t fulfill.”

I slid off the desk, pushed him backward until he sat in his big leather chair, then I knelt in front of him like an obedient bitch.

“Now get comfortable, dog. Open those legs. I’m about to show you what it really means to be given head. And I swear to you… you might behead your wife after this.”

I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as I gripped his still-hard, messy cock.

“We’re only just getting started, Alexander!”